She took a seat beside the justicar, giving her a brief glance before staring out into the dark void of space.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered, hands folding neatly in her lap.
“Indeed,” a small smile plays briefly upon aubergine lips and she does not bother to look Shepard’s way.
“How are you this evening?”
“I’m…” She trailed off, lost in the clusters of twinkling stars. “I’m actually pretty great, right in this moment.”...